'twas a lovely june day

and two lovely people were wed

in a magical place.

their wonderful guests included this wonderful family

and this sweet little girl

and this little girl

and this devilishly handsome young man.

and though it was a beautiful wedding, the day still had its splendidly awkward moments. which grandpa witnessed.

but we returned home feeling love, happiness and completely uplifted.

the end.

the great purge

moving always feels like a soul-cleansing process.

what do you keep? pack? unpack? dedicate to a new place in a new home?

what doesn't make the cut?

that lamp i started to refinish that just needs the fresh coat of paint and the trim on the shade? keep. definitely.

that gallon of paint i was planning to use on said lamp? questionable.

that coupon i was holding on to for that one pizza place in pocatello that i thought was awesome, but i now blame almost entirely for the ridiculous weight gain during my stay there? toss. definitely.

to me, it is so much more than casually shoving all of your items into a few boxes and hauling them less than an hour north. it is meticulous.

so, you can see it takes time. it will take more time than i had budgeted. but if you were my husband, and you read this justification, then you would understand why i'm not packed yet. right?

poltergeist or angel of virtue?

so here i sit, adoring how cute my little computer looks propped on a trunk next to my typewriter, when i hear hell's fury in the background.

see, i do very little without background noise. it used to be music. now it is mostly hgtv. anyway, the tv starts this crazy rasping and it looks like scratchies. and suddenly i fear for this.

i ponder: is there, in fact, truth to the idea that demons could try to reach me through my beloved television set?

and then i realize that this poltergeist actually interrupted kathy griffin's my life on the d list. i suppose i had invited as many irritating, narcissistic demons as one actually gets through television. 

bless you, interrupted cable connection.

still kicking

i might not be blogging lately, but all of my body functions seem to be in tact. i have been living in my parents' basement. my computer has been living at the pocatello house. my camera has been living in my car.

my sanity still eludes me.

and while it seems that about thirty children have been born since i last communed with the blogging world, i have to admit that life has seemed a bit simpler. and sometimes you just need to simplify.

but i am back. and i will have pictures and the least fascinating tales to share in no time. hold on to your hats.